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Friday, 3 November 2017

Chance and Circumstance by Kara Louise - Excerpt and Giveaway

Today I'm very pleased to be welcoming Kara Louise, who is here with a nice long excerpt of her new book, Chance and Circumstance. Kara is also kindly offering a giveaway - a paperback for a US reader or a kindle version for an international entrant. I'll now hand over to Kara.

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I want to thank Ceri for allowing me to be a
guest on her blog today and share with you about my new book, Chance and Circumstance.

Here is the blurb:

Chance brings about an early encounter between Charles Bingley and
Elizabeth Bennet soon after his move into Netherfield. He soon begins to favour
this pretty and lively young lady. Circumstances have kept Jane Bennet and Mr.
Darcy from the neighbourhood, thereby changing the events that Jane Austen
penned in "Pride and Prejudice."

When
Mr. Darcy finally arrives, will he be able to keep from interfering when he
meets this young lady his friend so greatly admires? When Jane returns from
touring the Lake District with her aunt and uncle, will the young gentleman who
returns with her prove to be better suited for her than Mr. Bingley ever was?

In
this "Pride and Prejudice" variation, chance and circumstance greatly
affect the way several of Jane Austen's characters arrive at their happily ever
after, but not necessarily in the way you think.

This is the final chapter I will be posting
online, and it brings you through to about half of the book. This story was fun
to write as I examined whether Elizabeth and Mr. Bingley would be at all
suitable for each other, Jane and the young man she met while up in the Lake
District and their compatibility, and finally, Mr. Darcy, as he observes Bingley
and the young lady both he and his friend came to admire. There are several
twists and turns, and I hope you will enjoy reading it.

Here is Chapter 14, which takes place at the
Netherfield Ball:

“I
see Mr. Wickham has finally arrived,” Elizabeth said
cheerfully. “I wondered whether he would come.”

Darcy
lowered his brows. “You are acquainted with him?”

“We
met him in Meryton the day Mr. Bingley stopped to visit. He also attended a
party my aunt and uncle hosted.” She stole a glance up at him. “He seems to be
an amiable young man.”

“That
might be a matter up for debate,” he replied tersely.

Elizabeth
could tell his thoughts were no longer on the dance. She had rather enjoyed
dancing with him because his movements were so smooth, but since Mr. Wickham’s
appearance, they had become abrupt and forced.

For
some reason, it pleased her that he was so distressed upon seeing Mr. Wickham.
She wondered if he feared his contemptible actions would be discovered now that
Mr. Wickham had come into the neighbourhood.

The
thought of tormenting Mr. Darcy a little more appealed to her. “Well, everyone
is entitled to an opinion. I found him very gentlemanly and polite.” She paused
to let him ponder that for a moment and then added, “Oh, and he told us he has
known you his whole life, that his father was your father’s steward at
Pemberley.”

Darcy’s
face paled, and he glanced back at the man, who was now leaning against the
wall staring at the two of them.

“That
is correct.”

They
separated again, and when they came back together, she saw colour in his cheeks
and a steely glare in his eyes.

“But
there was something…” She shook her head. “He mentioned that the two of you are
no longer on good terms with each other.”

Darcy
drew in a deep breath and then let it out through clenched teeth. He and
Elizabeth stood opposite each other as the dance came to an end, and she
wondered if he would say anything to her in his defence.

Instead,
Darcy gave a short bow, and Elizabeth followed with a slight curtsey. He took
the few steps to stand before her and extended his arm to escort her away from
the dance floor.

“I am certain that Mr. Wickham has many grievances against me,
but allow me to say that the man may not be all he appears to be.”

“Are
any of us truly who we appear to be, Mr. Darcy?” She gave him a tight smile,
thanked him for the dance, and turned to walk away indignantly.

*~*~*

Darcy
watched in disappointment as Elizabeth walked away. He had hoped to engage her
in conversation that might endear himself to her, but he felt he had failed
miserably. It could not have gone worse. When Wickham entered the ballroom, he
could not conjure up any thought other than confronting him about being there.
Perhaps that was as it should be. He should not be entertaining thoughts about
the young lady his good friend admired.

He
glanced about the room again, but no longer saw Wickham. He needed something to
drink and walked to the table laden with food and beverage. As he did, Miss
Bingley came up to him.

“Mr.
Darcy, during your dance, I hope you were able to discourage Miss Elizabeth in
her attentions towards my brother,” she said in a fervent whisper. “I greatly
fear he is about to ask for her hand!”

Darcy
turned sharply to her. “Why do you suspect that?”

Miss
Bingley’s eyes widened. “Because he is constantly humming and wearing a smile.”

She shook her head and groaned. “Did you say anything to her?”

Darcy
took his drink and downed it. “The subject of Bingley did not come up.”

“But
I noticed you talking. Certainly, you felt the need to…”

“Miss
Bingley, it would have been a little difficult to dissuade Miss Elizabeth from
her affections towards your brother, when others were so close to us in the
set!”

Miss
Bingley choked back a response. “Well, I begin to feel it is too late. Look at
them talking!”

Elizabeth
stood in a small circle with Bingley, Jane, and Mr. Marshall. They were
laughing, and it was apparent they were greatly enjoying each other’s company.

“I
have heard that Miss Jane Bennet and that gentleman, Mr. Marshall, have an
attachment, as well. They are likely planning a double wedding.”

Darcy
closed his eyes. “I would hope not.” He wondered if the evening could get any
worse. He just had shared a miserable dance with the one woman he felt he could
love and most likely already did love. He had watched in indignation as Wickham
entered the ballroom. He was accosted by Miss Bingley who claimed she believed
her brother was close to asking for Miss Elizabeth’s hand, and then watched her
laugh as her eyes danced with joy when she spoke with his good friend.

Darcy
gulped. It just got worse!

He
watched as Wickham, who had just reappeared, approached Elizabeth, apparently
asking her to dance. As the two joined the set, Darcy felt his insides begin to
churn. He could not watch this! He needed some fresh air.

“Miss
Bingley, would you excuse me?” Darcy abruptly turned to step out into the
courtyard, not waiting for a response.

*~*~*

“I
thought perhaps you decided not to come,” Elizabeth said as she and Wickham
walked to the dance floor. “When I did not see you, I thought there was
something keeping you away.”

Wickham’s
eyes danced. “Something or someone, perhaps?” He laughed.

“Yes,”
she said. “I thought perhaps you did not want to come because he most
certainly would be here.” She nodded her head in Darcy’s direction, unaware
that he was no longer there.

“I
own that I considered it. I debated whether to come, but then decided not to
forfeit a splendid evening when I have every right to be here.”

“And
so you do, Mr. Wickham.”

The
dance began, and Elizabeth was pleased that he was an excellent dancer. He was
as friendly as Mr. Bingley but had a more engaging personality. She smiled as
she thought he might be better suited for her than Mr. Bingley ever was.

At
length, he said, “I noticed you were dancing with Mr. Darcy.”

“Well,
think nothing of it, Mr. Wickham. It was not an enjoyable dance, and I am quite
certain he regretted the dance as much as I did.”

Wickham
pressed his lips together as though pondering this. “Yes,” he said slowly, “but
I own I was surprised to see him dancing at all. He rarely dances, and only
with those whom he knows well or admires.” Wickham looked at her intently,
almost as if to judge her response.

Elizabeth
laughed. “I suppose I could claim an acquaintance with him that might be
considered more than casual, but only because of my association with Mr.
Bingley.”

“Ah,
yes. Mr. Bingley! I have heard rumours from some of the other officers that he
seems to be singling you out. I feared I might not even be able to secure a
dance with you!” He winked. “I wondered whether these rumours were true.”

They
separated for a few moments, and Elizabeth debated whether she ought to confirm
or deny this. When they came back together, she said, “It is true that Mr.
Bingley has been very attentive to me, but…” She wanted so much to tell him
that there was nothing between her and Mr. Bingley! “I consider him a kind and
considerate gentleman.”

Wickham
nodded, seemingly satisfied. “And what of his friend?”

Elizabeth’s
smile left her face, and she shook her head. “You already know my opinion of
the man and his officious behaviour. Many in the neighbourhood have expressed
how rude he is and have noticed how he ignores almost everyone but Mr. Bingley
and his family.” She let out an exasperated huff. “I cannot see how someone so
kind and generous as Mr. Bingley could have such a close friendship with
someone as cruel and ruthless as Mr. Darcy!”

Wickham
smiled. “It is difficult to fathom, is
it not?”

The
dance continued, and they spoke no more about Mr. Darcy or Mr. Bingley.
Elizabeth was able to determine in the course of their conversation that he was
indeed an avid reader, appreciated intelligent conversation, and even enjoyed
venturing out on a good walk. She hoped that they might eventually be able to
enjoy some of those things together.

When
the dance ended, Elizabeth thanked Mr. Wickham, and they parted. Elizabeth did
not think she had enjoyed a dance this evening as much as she had that one.

*~*~*

Darcy
braced his hands on the back of a bench in the outer courtyard. He was grateful
no one else was out there, for he was in no mood for idle conversation. He drew
in several deep breaths, attempting to ease the constriction in his chest and
calm his erratically beating heart. He was unsure if these troubling attacks
were due to how disastrously his dance with Elizabeth had turned out or if it
was due to Wickham’s sudden, unexpected, and most unwelcome appearance at the
ball.

He
was not certain he could even step back inside with that man present! He could
not fathom being in the same neighbourhood with him, let alone the same room.
And dancing with Elizabeth! He kicked the leg of the bench with his foot.

“Upset
about something, Darcy?”

Darcy
clenched his fists and then turned to Wickham with an icy glare. “What are you
doing here?”

“Do
you mean here in the courtyard or here at the ball?” Wickham lifted his hands.
“I believe I am entitled to be in both places. An invitation was extended to
the officers.”

Wickham
sauntered over to where Darcy stood. “I am sure you do.” He crossed his arms
and leaned back against the wall. “Speaking of qualities, I understand you have
not done well here yourself in that regard.”

Darcy’s
eyes shot up. “What nonsense is this?”

“Word
is that you have not made a good impression in this neighbourhood.”

Darcy
groaned and turned to walk away. “I do not need to listen to your poor attempts
to discredit my name.”

Wickham
began to rub his chin. “No, but I thought perhaps you might be interested in
what Miss Elizabeth Bennet had to say about you.” He let a satisfied smile touch
his lips when Darcy stopped.

He
slowly turned back.

“Yes,
I noticed the two of you dancing. You rarely dance, Darcy. I was surprised.”

“It
is none of your business with whom I dance,” Darcy asserted.

“But
I am curious. Were you dancing with her to talk her out of this attachment with
your friend…” He paused. “Or, could it be that she is someone you have come to
deeply admire?” He turned his eyes towards the ballroom. “I have to say she is
quite the beauty.”

Darcy’s
eyes widened, and he instantly regretted it.

“Oh,
Darcy, I can read you so well.” Wickham chuckled, a sneer appearing. “Would you
care to hear Miss Elizabeth’s opinion of you?”

“I
am certain Miss Elizabeth has no opinion of me,” he grumbled.

“Oh,
I beg to differ,” Wickham taunted him. “She was quite… effusive in her opinion
of you.” He gave a soft, malicious laugh. “If I recall… Yes! She said you were
officious, rude, cruel, and…” He paused as he counted these off on his fingers.
“And ruthless.” He laughed mercilessly.

Darcy’s
whole body felt in turmoil at hearing these words, but he refused to give
Wickham the satisfaction of knowing how deeply they hurt. “I am certain you
were completely innocent of helping her form any of these opinions,” he said
sarcastically.

“I
think she has a rather realistic perspective of who you are.”

Darcy’s
mouth went dry as his thoughts went to the first night he met Elizabeth and how
she overheard him talking to Bingley about her. He unwittingly shuddered and
then pointed his finger at Wickham. “You had better make yourself scarce around
me and be on your best behaviour, Wickham, because I shall be keeping a close
eye on you. If I see any misconduct, I will have no qualms reporting you to
your superiors.”

Another
laugh escaped from Wickham. “Do you plan to bring up your sister? Or should I?
From my perspective, you have kept that very quiet.”

Darcy
felt his blood boil through his veins. “If you say anything, Wickham…”

Wickham
put up his hands, whispering tauntingly, “Have no fear, Darcy. I rather liked
Georgiana, remember? It was you, who supposed I had ulterior motives when it
came to her.”

“I
did not suppose anything! I knew!” Darcy pointed to the door. “Now get out!”

They
both turned and saw that Elizabeth had just stepped outside. Before either
could say anything, she turned quickly and returned inside.

Wickham
shrugged. “I fear, old friend, that she likely has added another trait to her
list – unpardonable!”

Wickham
returned to the house laughing, leaving Darcy alone with his thoughts. He could
barely breathe and wondered how he would be able to exhibit any self-control
with Wickham around. He did not know if Wickham knew for a certainty he had
strong feelings for Elizabeth, but it was very possible he would eventually
come to see it. Wickham knew him well and could always tell what he was
thinking or feeling. Usually it involved anger of some sort directed towards
him, but in the past, he had also recognized when he was hurting, jealous,
grieving, or even just unsure of his heavy responsibilities. He would not be able
to conceal how he felt about Elizabeth, especially if Bingley continued to
attach his affections to her or – heaven forbid – made her an offer of
marriage.

He
closed his eyes and tried to think. The last thing he wanted to do was go back
inside and pretend all was well. He had no appetite to eat or drink, did not
think he could concentrate on the steps required in a dance, and had no desire
to carry on a conversation with anyone. He looked towards the door and wondered
how easily he could find Bingley and excuse himself with the pretext that he
was feeling unwell. Which was absolutely the truth!

He
waited for the music to finish to ensure Bingley was no longer dancing. He
slowly stepped inside, caring not that his face was likely red from anger, his
lips turned down in a frown, and his comportment rigid. He quickly spotted his
friend and walked over to him.

“Bingley,
if you please, may I have a word with you?”

His
friend had been talking to a small group of people, including Miss Mary Bennet
and a gentleman he did not recognize. Darcy was grateful Elizabeth was not
there.

Bingley
turned. “Darcy, you are unwell?”

He
nodded. “I regret that I will be retiring to my room. I am not feeling well.”

“I
am sorry to hear that, good friend. The ball has only just begun!”

“Yes,
and I am truly sorry.”

“If
you insist, Darcy. Shall I have some food and drink sent up to you?”

Darcy
shook his head. “No, I recently had something to drink, and I… I do not think I
could eat anything.”

“All
right. But be sure to let me know if you have need of anything. Anything at
all.”

“Thank
you, good friend.” Darcy drew in a breath. “Thank you.”

Darcy
was grateful that was over.

He
began to walk away, but the gentleman who had been with Miss Mary Bennet was
suddenly at his side. He stiffened with exasperation when the man called out to
him.

With
a solemn bow, the gentleman said, “Sir! I am most thankful I heard Mr. Bingley
mention you by name, for you must allow me to pay my respects to you.”

Darcy
blinked, wondering who this man was and what he meant. “Pardon me?”

“I
beg your pardon, but it is in my power to assure you that your aunt, Lady
Catherine de Bourgh, was quite well when I last saw her in Hunsford. I am Mr.
Collins, and I am the clergyman there. Your aunt is my patroness.”

“I
thank you,” Darcy said, with an abrupt nod. As he walked away, he heard the
clergyman begin to speak again, but fortunately, the man’s prattle was lost as
the orchestra began playing.

Darcy
returned to his chambers and rang for his valet, Sumner. As he waited, he paced
the floor, attempting to sort out his thoughts and feelings. Miss Bennet had a
more severe opinion of him than he could ever have imagined. What good would it
do him if Bingley – or Elizabeth – finally realized that the differences in
their temperaments and interests were too great? From what Wickham said, she
would likely never receive his addresses with any pleasure.

His
valet entered and asked what he could do for him.

“Unfortunately,
I am not feeling well and wish to dress for bed, if you please.”

“Certainly,
sir.”

After
that was accomplished, Darcy looked at Sumner.

“There
is one more thing I need you to do directly.”

“What
is that, sir?”

Darcy swallowed. “I need my bags packed. I
will be leaving early in the morning to return to London.”

*~*~*

I will be giving away one paperback book (to
US readers) or an ebook to International readers to be drawn from those who
make a comment. Good luck!

As noted above, Kara Louise is very kindly giving away a copy of Chance and Circumstance - a paperback for a US reader, or kindle for an international winner. To enter, just leave a comment on this blog post by the end of the day on Friday 10 November. Please ensure you leave a way for me to contact you in case you are the lucky winner.

I'd like to thank Kara for visiting us here today, and for bringing a giveaway too.

Not sure if my previously written comment will show up, so if you see another from me, I'm not trying to cheat! I've enjoyed reading along, look forward to the whole story. Would love to win the paperback, as I prefer paper over ebooks, and that way also my mom could read it.mbresticker(at)Hotmail(dot)com

I always enjoy your work, and this is especially appealing as I always identify with Darcy. The poor man is not having an easy time of it - torn between love for Lizzy and deep friendship with Bingley, not to mention having Wickham in the mix, blotting out his slim chances to connect with Lizzy.Unfortunately none of the "comment as" situations are ones I use. I'm concerned that signing as Anonymous will take me out of the drawing for the book. Sigh! My email is beatriceyn at yahoo.com - not the gmail account this app anticipates.

Hi Beatrice. I purposely set the comments section to allow anonymous comments so that people without the other accounts could join in too. Thanks for leaving contact details, and good luck in the giveaway.

I’m really looking forward to reading Chance and Circumstance! I followed along with the first few chapters, but wanted to wait til I could read it in full before continuing! I’ve loved all your books! You were my introduction to JAFF!! ❤️

I like the unusual premise of this book. I look forward to exploring the suitability between the couples based really on character and not the "chance and circumstance" of who they meet first. My email is noagnes at gmail dot com and as I'm from Europe I hope to get lucky winning the ebook copy. Thanks for the excerpt and the giveaway!

What an interesting premise! Can't imagine Lizzy and Bingley together at all....but,I guess anything is possible!

Wickham is displaying a different side to his personality and not shying away from Darcy. I hope Lizzy heard more of the coversation and that it unsettles her enough to question her preconceived ideas about both gents.

Here's hoping Darcy doesn't escape to London quite so soon and that he begins his determined effort to win the hand and heart of his soulmate.

Wishing you every success in your writing endeavours,Kara! Cheers for such a lovely post,Ceri!

Oh-my-goodness, poor Mr. Darcy. Wickham is a scum-bag, rat-bastard and enjoys torturing our Mr. Darcy. I hate that he is leaving the flock to the wolf. That always bothered me. However, I understand that Darcy needs to protect Georgiana. Dang... I so look forward to reading this. Blessings on the launch and success of this work. And a special thanks to Ceri for hosting today.

I have been following the previous Chapter, and this Chapter really shows how Darcy is attracted to Elizabeth and then Wickham appears! How will this all be resolved? Sounds like another great book from Kara Louise. Thank you for the giveaway. evamedmonds(at)gmail(dot)com

I think long-term she'd find him frustrating too, because there are aspects of his character which she doesn't respect. However, she doesn't find that out for a while in P&P so I can understand how they could be drawn together initially.

I love this twist Kara has created for us! I didn't read the excerpt as I do want to read this one! I fell behind after the first couple of chapters and by then decided to wait for the book. Congratulations!

Poor, Darcy. I feel soy for him. Here he is trying to make a good impression on Elizabeth but Wickham spoil the opportunity. I hope she realises Wickham's true character before she really fall for him.

I’ve tried commenting but I think something went wrong... me and thechnology are really not the best of friends.I just wanted to thank you for the post Ceri. I’m looking forward to read this book. I really enjoyed the excerpt even thought it made me want to kill Whickam!! It’s always a good thing when we hate him isn’t it?Congratulations for the new release Kara, I’m sure it will be a success.

About Me

I've loved reading for as long as I can remember. I usually read romance, both historical and contemporary but I'm not usually a big fan of chick-lit. My favourite author is Jane Austen, and I really enjoy reading stories inspired by her work. I also love many of the works of L M Montgomery, Georgette Heyer and Mrs Gaskell, amongst others.